No one is invincible in the world, even if they are as powerful as Britain and France, they cannot guarantee that all the soldiers are the best.

However, the Qing Dynasty enveloped all the countries of East Asia, but they all felt that Westerners were invincible, and the fear of foreigners in their hearts had become deeper and deeper in the wars again and again.

The reason for this is also very simple, on the one hand, it is the shock brought by strong ships and sharp guns, and the generation gap in science and technology makes backward nations have a sense of frustration in fighting with God.

And another reason is also that the quality of the troops that Europe is currently putting into Asia is very high, just like Tian Ji Sai Mali said, the enemy uses the upper horse to fight against the middle and even the lower horse of the Qing Dynasty, how can such a war be undefeated?

Both Opium Wars were like this, and in the era of sail battleships, the fact that humans were dropping troops across half the world was a very big adventure in itself, a big gamble.

There are countless dangers in the vast sea, typhoons, reefs, diseases and even colonial riots, warships are different from merchant ships, and they must take into account many factors such as safety and speed, and it is impossible for a full fleet to set off from Europe and travel thousands of miles to Asia in less than half a year.

Because the journey was arduous and full of various accidents, the British and French had to prepare the most elite and highest-quality soldiers in order to maximize the success rate of the expedition.

Not to mention the middle of the 19th century, even in World War II later, with the industrial strength of the United States, it was a big gamble to invest troops around the world, and the Pacific War was not smooth sailing.

The expeditionary force, which selects the best of the best and the best of the best, faced a group of Manchu Eight Banners and Han Army Green Battalion soldiers with broadswords and spears, the results are self-evident.

And today, the sudden attack of the Zhiyuan completely overlapped with the tactics in the story of Tian Ji's horse racing, these foreign student corps who were proficient in several foreign languages, proficient in natural science, and were trained purely as high-ranking officers, plus a group of elite soldiers trained by the Prussian Kingdom for a hundred years, turned out to be the top in normal battles.

And the poor Dakar defenders, those colonial defenders and servant soldiers who thought they were the upper horses, were actually not even middle horses, in the final analysis, they were just a group of inferior horses, a group of bad horses.

French colonization of West Africa has been going on for more than 200 years, and tens of millions of black slaves have been sold out of the port of Dakar for more than 200 years. As for gold, ivory, colony-grown cotton, coffee, and other goods, there are countless more.

Did the Negroes ever mutiny during this period? Except for a few small tribes with spears dancing and trying to attack the French army, and apart from giving some heads to the garrison as meritorious, the whole Senegal region was in harmony like the back garden of the French.

Two hundred years is enough time for people to form a kind of psychological inertia, and in the minds of successive Dakar governors, as long as they can ensure that the annual taxes and goods are paid, the local security is passable, and those steal less things and fight less in groups.

To be a governor in such a place is to enjoy happiness and seniority at the same time, and no one will try to make a career here.

As for the defenders, not to mention, the officers are worried about whether their smuggled African goods can be sold at a good price in Europe, the soldiers are worried about whether the price of fine wine in the bar will rise, whether syphilis will become more widespread in the city, as for the war, there are local elites with high salaries to worry about, and the fruit in the equatorial region and a bottle of Caribbean rum is life.

Unfortunately, the sound of the cannons of 1868 shattered their dreams, and the governor, the officers, and all the soldiers were dumbfounded at that moment, for it had not been a year since they had conducted a live-fire exercise, and at that moment everyone forgot what they were supposed to do.

"Where did the shelling come from? Who is the enemy? My God, is it the British who are going to war against us?"

"I knew it was the British, the despicable British Yankees ostensibly reached an alliance with us, taught the Russians a lesson, and attacked China together, but they turned their faces and didn't recognize people!"

"It must have been England, they reneged on all the treaties, they declared war on France...... My God, the outside of the harbor must be filled with the Royal Navy right now......"

In the chaos, people will always believe some rumors and even take the initiative to create some rumors, why is this happening? Because suspicion gives rise to dark ghosts, because all of them have a subconscious fear of Britain in their hearts, and they are faintly afraid that Britain will stab them in the back.

The Royal Navy is too powerful, and the British national power is too large, and there is no country in the whole of Europe that is not worried, and everyone has a subconscious sense of insecurity in the face of such a behemoth.

So when people didn't know the enemy situation in the chaotic night, this faint concern for Britain instantly became the consensus of the whole city, even if Molière was shouting that the Chinese had killed him, but unfortunately his shouts were ignored.

"Hell, where did you come from? You actually said that you are Chinese? When will the Chinese have a warship across the earth? Aren't they all big knives and spears in their hands?"

Molière, who was drenched all over, never imagined that he, an upper-class elite from Paris, would be scolded as a hillbilly here in Dakar.

Sun Chujian, who was fluent in French, smiled, "Hahaha, hillbilly, what an apt description, hillbilly? hahaha......"

"Shut up! believe it or not, I'll shoot you right now......" Molière, who was very introverted, took out his pistol and shouted, his face was distorted, but Sun Chujian shook his head contemptuously, "You are reluctant, without me as an officer as a witness, can you convince those bureaucrats in Paris?"

"Look, I don't know anything about you, do I? Don't forget that we are all Chinese, and China has the longest period of bureaucratic rule on the entire planet, we are too familiar with that group, you want to do something, it is impossible not to pass their level first!"

"Don't stare at me, I'm sure you, I'd better be polite to me from today onwards, otherwise I'll have a thousand ways to stir up the entire French bureaucracy and tear you to pieces...... Believe me, I have the strength because in China we have accumulated thousands of years of experience like this......"

In the light of the explosion of "Hahaha......", Sun Chujian laughed arrogantly, causing the chaotic blacks around him to look sideways.

Moli's face turned blue with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, good...... Count you ruthless, I don't have time to clean you up now, but don't kick your nose in the face, if you dare to challenge my dignity again, I'm also a mad dog!"

After speaking, he pushed Sun Chujian violently, and then said to his subordinates: "Take this group of prisoners to ...... Go to the slums, the slums north of the city!"